Chapter 1: Prologue.
"Look after them, Harry."
"I will, I promise."
The words repeated in his head, he could not forget them, even if he wanted to. The words weren't as loud as they used to be, but they were still there. The promise, although quieter, felt stronger and more powerful with each passing day. A promise, he made as a naive child was what he had shaped his entire life around. In a way he envied the people who stayed in the castle with him, some of them were rich enough to never have to worry about anything, and at least most of them were able to just go through a school year without truly worrying about what they had left behind.
Coming to Hogwarts was a magical experience, one that Harry found hard not to enjoy. The castle was beautiful, not just in the day either, he thought that it was at its best at night when the moon shined down from the heavens and the lights of the castle stood out like the final beacon in the darkness. The place was truly magical, in more ways than one. Rarely was a day boring around here. Perhaps he could have enjoyed it more if he didn't worry so much about what he had left behind. But he couldn't stop, he was not like the others. Their worries seemed much less important, to him at least.
Girlfriend trouble, OWL exams, homework, getting a good job at the ministry.
Were people so stupid that they didn't recognise how nice their lives were?
Every smile that appeared across his face felt like a stab to his heart. What right did he have to smile when they were there in that hell?
Most of the other students in his year were either waiting in horror or finally relaxing because of the fact that their O.W.L or 'owl' results were finally done. These results would apparently help determine what classes the students could take in the following years and could make or break their chances of getting good jobs. He wasn't as worried as them, he knew he had done a good enough job. He would have most definitely passed every single exam he took. His classmates constantly worried if they would succeed or not. He didn't worry, he knew he had succeded.
He couldn't afford not to.
"Look after them, Harry."
"I will, I promise."
"Alright, Harry?" A voice said, drawing him out of his dazed state, he offered a quick nod before he went back to staring.
He remembered this bike that he was in, it wasn't the first time he had sat in this sidecar, much to his mother's displeasure. This bike was enchanted to fly, which was why Harry was high up in the air, feeling the wind running through his hair and slapping his face. The night sky was beautiful, even so close to it. The clouds hid their presence in the sky well enough, if it didn't then the charms on the bike probably did. It was his godfather's bike, Sirius's bike. 'Where was Sirius?' He wondered, not for the first time.
"It's alright, Harry, we're nearly there." The man half-yelled over the winds. Harry dumbly nodded as he glanced away from the city streets below and up at the driver of the bike, it wasn't Sirius. It was a man named Hagrid, Harry felt like he had probably seen Hagrid before, maybe he had visited once when Harry was younger, but he wasn't entirely sure. Still, Harry would be surprised if anyone could ever forget a man like Hagrid. He was big, bigger than normal, he seemed like a giant. He was covered in thick, woolly clothing and had bushy shoulder-length hair along with an equally bushy beard that fell down to his chest. "You sure you don't want me to take one of the babies?" Hagrid offered.
"No, I can hold them," Harry said stubbornly with a shake of his head, still holding onto the babies in his arms, refusing to let go of either of them, even if they were starting to feel heavy. Each had been tied to his body by Hagrid shortly after he had tied his seatbelt, Hagrid offered a few times to hold them for Harry but Harry refused each time. He didn't want to let either of them out of his sight.
Looking down at the two kids in his arms, he couldn't help but feel his eyes become more teary. In his left arm was Daniel, his little brother. 'He's quite quiet,' He remembered his dad saying. Danny was a quiet boy, his mother had confirmed. He didn't cry much compared to other kids, that was what Harry had been told by his parents. In his other arm was Iris, his little sister. 'She takes after her mother,' Dad said one time when she cried, Mother slapped him.
"Here we are," Hagrid said about five minutes later, Harry opened his mouth to ask what the giant man meant when suddenly he felt like his stomach had jumped up and the bike started going down to the ground, a couple of seconds later the bike landed on a smooth concrete road and quietly parked. "There we go. It's a nice and safe landing," Hagrid said in a satisfied voice before he got off the bike which practically straightened up once the heavy man's weight was no longer on it.
Looking around, he took a quick look at the street around him. Houses that were so similar that they were practically identical lined up on either side of the street, all well-maintained and neat. Cars -posh-looking ones - filled each and every driveway, and street lamps stood high up yet had no working lights for some reason. Hagrid had reached over and started helping them out of the sidecar, simultaneously untying the twins from Harry. As Hagrid got to work, Harry took a look at the only two other people he could see. One was an old-looking woman, she wore dark green robes and a witch hat of the same colour. She had soft wrinkles on her face and square-shaped glasses.
Standing next to her was a man who couldn't be more opposite to this entire street if he tried. He was a fairly tall man, dressed in purple robes, fitted with star patterns and a matching hat. He had half-moon-shaped spectacles, a nose that looked like it had been broken, and twinkling blue eyes. He looked quite old, especially when you saw the silver colour of his hair and beard, both of which were long enough to tuck into his belt. This man wasn't a total stranger at least, he was 'Dumb-door' or something like that, Harry wasn't entirely sure but he did recognise the man, Harry was sure that the man had visited his parent before.
"Greetings, Hagrid," The old man spoke, softly and calmly. He sounded somewhat relieved to see them. "No trouble, I trust?" He asked, though his gaze was fixed on Harry and the twins, instead of the tall man beside them.
"No problems at all, Professor Dumbledore," Hagrid nodded respectfully. "The little 'ones fell asleep halfway here, quiet as feathers, they were. Muggles had been swarming all around the house, I had barely gotten them all out before they started coming in. "
"That's good to hear," The old man replied - 'Professor Dumbledore', Hagrid had said - before glancing at Harry and the twins for a brief second until his gaze was pulled towards something else. "And just where did you get that bike, if I might ask?"
"Borrowed it from young Sirius Black, Sir," Hagrid answered, patting the bike with his giant hand, causing the whole thing to shake.
"Hmm," A thoughtful look appeared on Dumbledore's face before he spoke to Harry. "Good evening, young Harry...or is it morning? I'm not quite sure, to be honest, it seems quite late."
"It's one AM," The woman next to him said with a deep sigh, shaking her head at the older man.
"Ah, morning then," Dumbledore said with a sigh of his own. "Ah well, good morning then. Are you okay, Harry? How are Daniel and Iris?"
"We're fine," Harry said, holding onto each one protectively as he looked between the three adults.
"I believe introductions are in order," The woman told Dumbledore in a stiff voice before she turned to face Harry, her face softened slightly as did her voice. "It's good to see you again, Mr Potter. You likely won't remember me. I am Minerva McGonagall, deputy headmistress and transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts, your parent's school. This is Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster, and I trust you've acquainted yourself with our gamekeeper, Rubeus Hagrid."
"What's going on? Where's our Mum?" Harry said quietly, glancing around as if the woman would suddenly pop up in front of him. "Where is she?"
"Harry," Dumbledore sighed deeply. "I don't know where to begin, what happened today was a true tragedy. Your father...he -"
"I know what happened to Dad," Harry cut him off, tears prickling in his eyes. "Where's my mum?"
"Your mother is alive," Dumbledore told him, Harry could practically feel his shoulders lighten along with the rest of his body, even the two babies felt a tad bit lighter. "Unfortunately, you cannot see her right now."
"What?! Why?!" Harry demanded furiously. Hagrid suddenly looked uncomfortable and Professor McGonagall had dipped her head slightly. Meanwhile, Dumbledore appeared unfazed by Harry's outburst and continued speaking as if Harry had not spoken at all.
"Your mother has been transported to ST Mungo's," Dumbledore calmly explained. "She's in a hospital, the best healers we have available are looking over her as we speak. I have several trusted friends nearby who will make sure that she's safe. I must ask that you be patient, it is not safe for you to visit her right now. Wait for some time, please. Once your mother is up and well, she will come and retrieve you all. Until then, I will have you live here."
"Here?" Harry dumbly repeated, staring around.
"Albus," Professor McGonagall protested weakly. "I must insist you reconsider this."
"They are his family, Minerva," He replied softly, finally looking away from Harry and the twins.
"They are the worst sort of muggles imaginable!" She said, sounding quite frustrated with the older man. "I've watched them all day, Albus! This is hardly a fitting place for the children of James and Lily Potter!"
"Muggles?" Harry asked confusedly. "We're staying with muggles?"
"You will be staying with your aunt, Petunia, your mother's sister," Dumbledore told him.
"Oh," Harry frowned and stared up at Dumbledore. "But Mum doesn't like Aunt 'Tunia," He pointed out.
"See Albus," Professor McGonagall said triumphantly, gesturing to Harry. "Even the boy knows that this is not the place for him."
"They are his family," Dumbledore said once again, patiently speaking and once more unfazed by the protests of his deputy. "This is where he and the children will be most safe," He said before stepping forward and staring down at the two children in Harry's arms, though he seemed to be most focused on Iris or more specifically, the lightning-shaped scar on her forehead. Professor McGonagall let out a soft gasp as she followed his gaze.
"Is this...is this where -" She trailed off, staring at the mark as if it would jump out and blast them all.
"Indeed," Dumbledore nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "This is where it happened,"
"Poor girl," Professor McGonagall took a deep breath before turning to Dumbledore. "Albus, is there any chance you can fix it?" He looked quite thoughtful. "Albus, there must be something you can do," She pleaded.
"I'm afraid not, Minerva," Dumbledore shook his head. "Though truth be told, I would not even if I could. Curse scars can often come in handy if you can believe it. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground."
"How'd that happen?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"My dear boy, I would not dare tell you that particular story at your age," Dumbledore said, sounding firmer than he had all night.
"Oh," Harry said before deciding to move on to what he considered to be a more important topic. "But...shouldn't my sister go to the hospital as well then? So the healer could see if she's okay?"
"I do believe that she will be quite fine for now," Dumbledore said before raising his hand when he saw Harry and Minerva open their mouths to protest. "What has happened here is no ordinary scar, dear boy, not to flash my own spells, but I am quite knowledgable on various different types of magic. I do not believe that the scar is harmful to your sister, though I will spend some more time looking into it. Should I find any reason to suspect that it is then I will take her to St Mungos myself. Now, I do believe that it's time for you to go and meet your aunt." Dumbledore declared.
"Albus," Professor McGonagall said hesitantly. "I know that you think it's best, but surely there are other options. I can take the children in for -"
"Minerva," Dumbledore cut him off. "I have made my decision, the children will remain here."
"Stupid Dumbledore," He cursed under his breath, as he stared up at the blue sky above him. The soft grass rustled and swayed beneath him as the wind gently swam past and the smell of the Great Lake reached his nose. The tree behind him towered up into the sky, the branches and trees protecting his face by providing shade from the bright sun. All in all, it was quite a peaceful place to lie down and relax, at least when the other students weren't there.
"There you are, Harry," A voice said before he felt someone sit next to him. Turning his head to the left, he saw just who had exactly sat next to him. Dressed in a typical Hogwarts skirt and shirt along with a green tie, black leggings and shoes, she had an eye-catching figure, a beautiful face with sharp features, shoulder-length silvery-blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She stared at Harry who lay there in his own uniform, minus jumper or robes, his own tie had been haphazardly thrown off to the side and his top two shirt buttons were undone. "I'm sorry, did I interrupt your pouting session?" She asked sarcastically.
"How can I help you, Tonks?" Harry asked patiently. He was rewarded with a stunned look from the blonde, her face and hair changed in front of his eyes and the girl in front of him now had a heart-shaped face, violet eyes and pink hair that descended down to her shoulders.
"How the hell did you work that out?" She grumbled, even her voice sounded different now. She took out her wand and tapped it against her tie which changed to yellow with black stripes.
"Daphne knows I don't pout," Was Harry's response.
"Yes," A second voice cut in while Tonks stared at Harry with disbelief. "He broods," A second girl sat on the opposite side of Harry, looking exactly like Tonks had done before she had transformed. The girl held a hand out to Tonks, raising her eyebrow expectantly. Tonks grumbled before fishing out a couple of sickles from her shirt pocket and handing them over.
"You got lucky, Greengrass," Tonks said with a mild glare.
"Luck is the crutch of fools," She replied easily whilst counting her newly earned money. "I'm just that good,"
"You're also extremely modest, Daphne, let's not forget that," Harry added dryly.
"That's a good point, Harry, I shan't," Daphne said, straight-faced. "Now, what are you brooding over today?"
"I am not brooding, merely reminiscing," He answered, staring up at the sky.
"That's just Harry talk for 'brooding'," Tonks said knowingly.
"Five points to Hufflepuff," Daphne said dryly. "Now, Potter, what's your problem?"
"There are these two girls that won't stop following me," He said without hesitation.
"Sounds troublesome," Tonks said, patting him on the arm before she lay down as well. "So, Harry, how'd your owl results go?"
"I'm sure I did alright," He replied, earning scoffs from Daphne and Tonks.
"If you didn't ace the defence against the dark arts exam then I'll eat my socks," Daphne told him. "You'll probably be top three in the other wand-based subjects,"
"Probably," Tonks agreed. "He's alright at the subjects that don't need wands as well,"
"Thank you for noticing," Harry replied.
"You're welcome," Tonks smiled brightly. "Anyway, what are your plans for the summer, Harry? Mum and Dad have invited you to spend the summer with us if you want. Dad's renting one of those campervan thingies, we're going on a road trip across the country. You want in?"
"Well, that sounds absolutely riveting," Daphne huffed as she also lay down. "But I'm afraid that Harry will be spending his summer with us, my mother is being quite insistent. We're heading over to France for the summer, I'm sure it'll be quite fun. Beaches, new types of food to try and so on."
"I didn't agree to either of those," Harry pointed out.
"Come on, Harry," Tonks sighed. "You never accept our offers, we've been all but begging you for years."
"Yes, and I was not lying about my mother being insistent," Daphne added. "She really does hope that you join us." She told Harry who was looking quite thoughtful.
"Not this summer," Harry told them. "But I'll join you for the next one," He added for the pair, both of whom looked slightly surprised, as that was more than Harry usually agreed to.
"Deal," Tonks grinned. "So, what are you doing this summer?"
"Spending time with my family,"
"Here we are, Guv'nor." The taxi driver said, turning around and looking expectantly towards Harry who took out the necessary amount of money plus a bit extra and handed it to him. "Thank you very much," He said with a toothy grin.
"Thank you for driving me," Harry told him before stepping out of the taxi and closing the door behind him. He had barely taken five steps when the driver drove away and out of sight.
Harry bit back several curses as he walked down the streets to the Dursley's house, not at all looking forward to his yearly reunion with the Dursleys. The Dursleys and the Potters were as different as pigs and phoenixes. Harry's uncle was a great example, the man was quite clearly overweight, and Harry found it hard to tell where his stomach began and ended as he appeared to just be a giant ball with limbs. He was a big, eyesore with a large purple face. He had thick, dark hair, and a bushy black moustache. His neck seemed to follow the same pattern as the rest of his body, meaning it looked like there was no neck and just a lot of flab. He had mean little eyes that narrowed to slits when he was angry, an emotion that Harry would more than often see on the older man.
Vernon's son, Dudley, looked a lot like his father, except for the blonde hair and blue eyes which he inherited from his mother. Dudley was a spoilt little brat as far as Harry was concerned, though Harry's opinion meant diddly squat for the Dursley parents, both of whom were sure that their son was the perfect human, an opinion they still insisted to be a fact even after Dursley threw half of his Christmas presents at a wall and destroyed a TV. Thankfully, Dudley knew better than to mess with Harry or his siblings, a lesson that Harry had taken much care to install firmly into the young muggle's head.
Then there was the final member of the family, the reason that the Potters had to stay there in the first place, his aunt, Petunia. If Dudley and Vernon were overweight then she was the exact opposite, looking like she needed more than a few slices of pizza. Despite this, his aunt would occasionally insist on following a strict diet. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, though she also had the unfortunate habit of scrunching up her nose like she smelt dung, something she would typically do whenever she had to look at one of the Potters for more than a second. Vernon insisted that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, though that didn't stop him from trying to discreetly look at other women when he thought nobody was looking.
Personally, Harry thought she had a face that looked like a horse.
It didn't help matters that her neck seemed to be a bit longer than normal, thought it was quite helpful for her as she stared over the neighbour's fences all of the time. His aunt was a horrible gossiper, in pretty much every possible way, one could be a horrible gossiper. His aunt was the real reason they lived in that house, she was Lily Potter's sister, her only blood relative, unless you counted Dudley. Harry still suspected that one of them had to have been adopted, there was no way his mother could be related to this bitch.
The walk was finished far too quickly for Harry's liking, soon he found himself standing outside of Number Four Privet Drive, home of the Dursleys. If it weren't for his siblings he would never have returned to this place, he'd never look at it or step within fifty feet of it. But his family was here, and Harry would do anything for them. Glancing at the window he saw his aunt glaring at him from the other side of the glass before she quickly gestured for him to come in, likely before the neighbours noticed. Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes at that, his aunt was so fussed about the neighbour's opinions that Harry often wondered if she thought that they would kick her out if she didn't meet their approval.
Cursing Dumbledore and the Dursleys, not for the first time, he walked to the door and barely knocked before it was opened by his uncle who stood there angrily.
"Get in!" His uncle hissed before gesturing him in.
"Good to see you too, lost weight?" Harry asked dryly before stepping past him and into the house.
"Shut it," Vernon said after shutting the door. "What the bleeding hell are you wearing?" He grunted as he stared at Harry's outfit which consisted of black dragonhide boots, jeans, a grey shirt and a black jacket. "And you still haven't fixed your hair!" The man seemed almost offended at Harry's messy black hair.
"It won't keep, Vernon, my hair has a mind of its own, it's almost like magic," Harry said with an innocent smile.
"I told you not to use that word!" Vernon bellowed. "I better not hear it again!"
"Already causing trouble?" His aunt asked with disdain as she walked into the hallway.
"You define my mere existence as trouble," Harry snorted, walking past her into the other room where he saw Dudley watching TV. The fat child had apparently not noticed that someone had entered, seemingly too engrossed with whatever show it was that he was watching. "Where's Dan and Iris?" Harry asked, turning to the other two Dursleys.
"Painting the shed," Vernon grunted, gesturing to the patio door, Harry looked in that direction and saw his siblings outside, doing as Vernon had said. "They better have done a good job of it," Vernon half-growled, glaring at the two. "If that shed isn't painted properly then..." Vernon trailed off as the temperature of the room suddenly dropped, he and his wife looked to Harry who was glaring at both. Harry's emerald green eyes seemed to glow as the room continued to get colder, wind blew all around.
"They are painting the shed by themselves?" Harry asked coldly, the windows began fogging up when Dudley finally spoke.
"Mum, Dad," He called from his spot, his eyes having never left the TV screen. "It's getting cold here!" He yelled.
"It's just painting a shed!" His uncle protested, no longer feeling as brave as he had been before. "It's nothing bad,"
"They're painting the shed while your son is here watching TV?" Harry glared at the two of them. "I think not,"
"You -"
"They're done. That shed looks like it's nearly done, your son can finish it up," Harry told them. "Or you can do it, I don't really care. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and talk with my brother and sister. And I'm going to make sure you've followed the deal we made, because if you haven't..." Harry trailed off and raised his hand, a ball of fire appeared above his palm. Vernon stepped back, sucking in a sharp breath while his aunt shrieked, Dudley finally looked away from the TV and saw Harry before he promptly fell off the sofa and onto the floor.
"You...you're not allowed to do magic outside of school!" Vernon protested quickly.
"Wanded magic, Vernon," Harry smirked as he closed his fist around the fire, cutting it off. The room's temperature slowly began returning to normal. "They can only track my wand magic, and that's only for a couple more years, so think very wisely about how you want to treat us."
"You know damn well that if we had done anything then those blasted little beasts of yours would be all over us!" Vernon snapped, staring hatefully at him.
"I know," Harry said with a pleased smile before turning and walking away, the patio door opened for him with barely a hand gesture, earning another shriek from his aunt and a grin from him, the grin got bigger as the door closed behind him and he heard another shriek. He walked over to his sister and brother, both of which were covered in paint, grumbling as they continued working. "Missed me?" Harry asked casually.
"Harry?!" Iris leapt at him and hugged him tightly. "I missed you!"
"You too, Monkey," Harry hugged her back before looking at Dan who was rubbing some paint off on his already dirty clothes. "Don't worry about my clothes, I can clean them,"
"Oh..." Dan blinked before he considered the state of his hands, he shrugged and rubbed them once more before joining Iris in the family hug. "...Missed you too," Dan told him before he and Harry let go of each other. "How was school?" He couldn't help but ask.
"O.W.L year," Harry grunted, sounding a tad bit annoyed.
"What's that?" Iris asked curiously, looking up at him whilst still maintaining her hug.
"Just a bunch of exams," Harry waved his hand dismissively before patting Iris on the head. "Forget me, what about you two? Have the Dursleys been treating you alright?"
"I hate them," Iris huffed, finally letting go of Harry to cross her arms and glare in the direction of the Dursley house. Harry stared at her for a moment before turning to Dan and giving him a questioning look.
"Lots of chores, lot of complaining," He shrugged. "They don't hit us no more,"
"They'd better not," Harry said darkly before taking in a deep breath. "Anyway, the two of you should go inside and get changed, take a bath while you're at it."
"We're not done with the shed yet," Dan pointed out, causing Iris to groan.
"Forget the shed," Harry told him. "Dudley or Vernon will finish it off, I'm sure the two of you have already done more than enough work this year. Go and get changed, they won't stop you. Then we're going to talk about exactly how many chores the Dursleys had given you."
"Score! Thanks, Harry!" Cheered Iris before she ran off. "Dibs on the bath!"
"Hey, wait a minute!" Dan called before rushing off after her. Harry allowed himself an amused smile before he stared at the shed that the twins had nearly finished painting, he stared for several minutes before a smirk appeared on his face.
The next day, Vernon woke up at six am on the dot, as he often did on days he went to work. He grunted and groaned, mumbling about waking at this unholy hour before he turned to his wife who had also been woken by his alarm clock. She was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she hauled herself into a sitting position.
"Pet," He yawned, reaching over and patting us on the back. "Hurry up, I've got work in an hour,"
"Yes, yes," She said with a yawn of her own. "Give me a couple of minutes, I'll get your breakfast ready." She told him before standing up and putting on her morning attire, she left the room and Vernon happily stayed in bed, content to enjoy a few more extra minutes of comfort. He had closed his eyes for a few minutes when he suddenly heard a large shriek from downstairs.
"Vernon!" Petunia had yelled, sounding frightened.
"Coming Pet!" He yelled, tumbling out of bed before he rushed downstairs as fast as he could, hastily putting on a robe over his pyjamas. He found Petunia in the kitchen, staring out of the window with a horrified look on her face. "Petunia, what is it?" He asked quickly, rushing over to her. "Petunia? Pet?" He asked before following her gaze, he looked into his back garden and his eyes widened enormously when he saw what had frightened his wife. Out in the garden, Petunia's prized flowers and vegetables were ruined and scattered all over, the rest of the garden wasn't in the best of states and the shed had been damaged and looked to be barely standing. "What the..." He trailed off as he heard a car alarm start blaring. "My car?!" He gasped before turning and rushing outside through the front door.
Once he was out he stopped and stared at his car, a pain filled his chest and he honestly was not sure that he wasn't having a heart attack. His car was ruined, covered in bird droppings and scratches all over. The tyres were fucked; the windows were broken by what appeared to be large stones that were now sitting in his seats. And if that wasn't enough then the situation was made hundreds of times worse by the huge swarm of ravens in front of him. There were ravens all over his car, noises from above alerted him to the fact that there were even more ravens on the roof.
"Potter!" Vernon gasped, clutching at his chest. "That boy...he did this...he's going to be the death of me!" Several ravens actually nodded their heads at him, he gaped at them before swelling with anger. "Shoo! Shoo!" He said, wildly waving his arms at them. "Go on! Out! I said go! Out!" He yelled, only to yelp when a bird dropping dropped into his mouth. He coughed and spat it out violently, spitting several times out onto the ground. He looked up, ready to scream his lungs out when he saw the blinds open on the window of the house opposite, home to the batty woman with the cats. He forcefully closed his mouth with sheer will, realising that several other neighbours would be waking around this time, he turned and walked back into the house. He closed the door and was ready to scream his lungs off when someone beat him to it.
"I know it was you!" Petunia's voice screamed from the kitchen, he rushed back into the kitchen and saw the eldest Potter boy casually leaning against the kitchen sink with a glass of orange juice in one hand, wearing a pair of black pyjamas with some weird green snake symbol on the shirt. "You...you had the birds do this! You ruined my precious garden!"
"Garden can't really have meant that much to you if you never take the time to look after it, eh?" Harry replied, taking a pause to down half of his juice, he let out a pleased sigh before continuing. "My brother and sisters were the ones who cared for that garden the whole time I was at school, they watered it and kept it tidy, meanwhile you and your precious family didn't even touch it once. Seems to me that my brother and sister are the only ones here who have any right to complain about what's happened. Though, I doubt they will, they hate that garden too."
"It was my garden!" Petunia said furiously.
"If you liked it that much then next time try looking after it yourself," He shrugged before finishing off the rest of his juice in his glass. "Ah, that's the stuff," He smiled. "You know, at school, they mostly just serve pumpkin juice, can you believe it?"
"Forget your stupid school and their stupid juices!" Petunia spat angrily. "My garden has been ruined! Fix it! Now!"
"You don't want me to do the 'M' word remember? That garden isn't going to be fixed by today," He said, taking a glance at the garden. "Or this year,"
"You ungrateful brat!" Petunia shrieked. "You destroyed my precious garden!"
"And my shed!" Vernon added.
"I was asleep," Harry protested half-heartedly. "I didn't do a thing."
"Those bloody birds of yours did!" Vernon cut in. "They ruined my car! The ruddy thing is destroyed!"
"Did you crash it?" Harry asked, refilling his cup with orange juice.
"I haven't been part of a single car crash once in my life!" Shouted Vernon, unable to believe that the boy was daring to give them such an attitude after what he had done to them. "It was your bloody birds that ruined it!"
"I don't own them, Vernon, they do what they want," Harry said, taking a sip of his juice. "Merlin, I love this juice. Where did you buy this particular one from?" He asked before looking at the juice bottle label. "Huh, Asda? I thought you were more of a 'Tesco' type of guy,"
"I can go to both!" Vernon yelled. "And don't change the subject! You had those birds destroy my car! You control them, Potter! I know you do!"
"You both seem quite upset," Harry noticed idly before taking another sip of his juice. "I suggest some form of exercise, perhaps walking or yoga, I hear that they do wonders for people with such volatile emotional states."
"You dare?!" Petunia screamed at him. "You dare to treat us both with such disrespect? After we took you in?! After we took those little siblings of yours in as well? After all of the things we did for you all?!"
"I would be very careful about continuing where you are going," Harry warned, picking up the juice bottle in his free hand. "Because if we do, I might just have to start remembering what you did to me and to them. You really don't want me to start remembering all of that right now, do you?" He asked darkly, the temperature in the room dipped slightly as Harry's eyes started glowing. Vernon and Petunia instinctively stepped back, both freezing in place and suddenly finding that they really didn't want to speak much anymore. Harry closed his eyes, the room temperature returned to normal and when he opened his eyes they were no longer glowing. "I think I'll spend some time with my siblings while you two work out what you want to do about these tragic events regarding your garden and vehicles. We should hope that there are no more incidents like this, right?" He flashed his eyes at the two before he started walking away, with a glass in one hand and a juice bottle in the other. Petunia yelped when she saw two more glasses float after him. "I'm taking the juice," He announced.